"If I had made that morning myself I couldn't have done better. It was sunny, spring air, but it was that cool, spicy kind that keeps you stopping every few minutes to see just how full you can suck your lungs without bursting. It seemed to wash right through and through and make you all over. The longer you breathed it the clearer your head became, and the better you felt, until you would be possessed to try and see if you really couldn't fly." ~from Laddie, A True Blue Story by Gene Stratton Porter
This first week of May was beautiful here in western PA. Just wanted to share a few pictures of the loveliness we've beholden, the fine handiwork of our creative God.
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| Saying goodbye to daddy. |










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